This photo is precious to me.
It wasn't taken in a fancy studio with great lighting and perfect clothes. It was taken in a field.
It wasn't taken by a professional but by the boys brother.
But you know what? It is more precious because of these things.
I begged the boy for a photo shoot and he grudgingly complied. Because he knew what it meant. He knew I needed to capture the first day of the new year with him.
We took the photos in the boys favourite place in the world. We ran up the field to capture the sun as it sunk behind the hill. We laughed with his brother as we posed and our hands went numb. His brother took such wonderful pictures that afternoon. He really is a very talented photographer.
There is a lot of meaning in this photo for me. The boy and I are standing together in the midst of uni life, no longer teenagers but not really feeling grown up.
A captured moment at the cusp of the old year and the start of the new.
A moment where we took photos as family and laughed as we did it.
A moment which the boy obliged me in doing.
A moment captured.
As we are in January 2013.
The moment captured in this photo is oh so precious to me.